few, sanctioned by old usage of Poetry and Romance, I retain, as Kent, Thanet, Cornwall. London is Troynovant, as the city of the Trinobantes. "Some passages in the poem will be easily traced to their acknowledged sources, the poets of Greece and Italy; one, however, in the third book, relating to the northern mythology, has been remarkably anticipated in a modern poem. The honourable author may be assured that the coincidence is unintentional, as that part of this poem was the earliest written, and previous to the appearance of his produc tion." The story on which the poem is founded is the old one of Vortigern and Rowena, and the subsequent invasion and conquest of Britain by the Saxons under Hengist and Horsa. These are at first victorious, and lord it over the "prostrate isle" and its infatuated monarch, at their pleasure-but in Samor, the king or earl of Caer-Gloew, or Gloucester, arises the avenger of her wrongs, the restorer of her glory; his wisdom and courage, his incessant activity and perseverance, are successful in the redemption of his country. He slays Horsa, and, Hengist a prisoner, Samor, to whom in a solemn convocation of the British states, where the king is present, the office of judge is assigned by the general voice, decrees the death of the captive barbarian, with whose execution the poem terminates. We now proceed to give somewhat in detail the principal events of the poem, and in so doing shall take frequent occasion to use the exquisite language in which the author has arrayed them. The first book opens with the meeting near London or Troynovant, of Vortigern, and Hengist, who has just returned from his victory over the marauding Picts. Vortigern is voluble in praise of his valiant ally, and leads the way to a sumptnous banquet prepared in honour of the conqueror. Every thing here is gay and spirited-but the progress of the feast is about to be interrupted by the smothered indignation of the British chiefs against Hengist, when "Sudden came floating through the hall an air So strangely sweet, the o'erwrought sense scarce felt Its rich excess of pleasure; softer sounds Melodious; merry now and light and blithe They danced on air: anon came tripping forth In frolic grace a maiden troop, their locks Flower-wreath'd, their snowy robes from clasped zone Fell careless drooping, quick their glittering feet Glanc'd o'er the pavement. Then the pomp of sound Swell'd up, and mounted; as the stately swan, Her milk-white neck embower'd in arching spray, Queens it along the waters, entered in Of flute or harp: as though she trod from earth, The lady advances to the king-pledges him in "half-failing accents"-and quits the hall. Vortigern is captivated with her transcendant beauty, and learning from Hengist that she is his daughter, instantly proposes his union with the lovely virgin, and tempts his consent with the offer of the kingdom of Kent as a marriage portion. Hengist, of course, assents, and the enamoured monarch, rising from his seat, and taking off his crown, places it on the temples of the Saxon, and in a flowing goblet gives the word, "To Kent's high King A health, a health to Vortigern's fair bride, The announcement of this sudden and inauspicious betrothment immediately calls up the royal chief of Gloucester, who addresses Vortigern in a speech, which, however worthy of the better times of English history, we much doubt whether Lord Castlereagh, or any of his colleagues, would consider as a specimen of loyalty. "Sovereign of Britain's Sovereigns! of our crowns The highest in our realm of many thrones Samor, followed by "the Island's brave and proud," departs from the palace. An interview takes place subsequently between Vortigern and himself, in which he makes an endeavour to draw the king from his connexion with the Saxons-and nearly succeeds, when all his exhortations are rendered ineffectual by the approach of Hengist's daughter. "Sliding came and smooth A car, wherein, like some fair idol led Through the mute tumult of adorning streets, Bright-hair'd Rowena pass'd the portal arch. Have ye a sense, ye gales, a conscious joy In beauty, that with such an artful touch And light ye float about her garment folds, Displaying what is exquisite display'd, And thinly scattering the light veil where'er Its shadowing may enhance the grace, and swell With sweet officiousness the clustering hair Where fairest tufts its richness, and let fall Where drooping most becomes; that thus ye love To lose yourselves about her, and expire Upon her shape, or snow-white robes? She stood, Her ivory arm in a soft curve stretch'd out, As only in the obedience of her steeds Rejoicing; they their necks arch'd proud and high, And by her delicate and flower-soft hands But as the Monarch she beheld, she caught She look'd on him, and trembled as she look'd. Book 2d. The princes of Britain, disgusted with the weakness of Vortigern and the insolence of the Saxons, assem ble together to consult on the deposition of the first, and the expulsion of the latter. The sons of Constantine, Vortigern's predecessor, are present. Emrys, the elder, urges his claim to the throne in mild yet forcible terms, but Uther, the younger brother bursts out in vehement and angry speech against Vortigern, whom he treats as an usurper. The chiefs, roused to sudden fury by his words, call out aloud for war, and the assembly is about to dissolve in confusion, when the tumult is suspended by Samor, who, rising, thus addresses them: "Brave sight for earth and heaven! it doth not fail A nation's cry for freedom and for faith, choirs, That fan it onward with their favouring plumes, Hath sicken'd to dishonourable gloom. Samor proceeds to the nomination of Constans, the eldest born of Constantine, as king, and comments upon the peril likely to result to the state should his claims to the throne be overlooked in favour of Emrys or Uther. "He ceased, nor time for voice or swift acclaim, Scowling a sullen laugh of scorn, leaped forth The mountain king, the sovereign of the lakes And dales this side the Caledonian bound; Thence worthless knowledge. Him delighted more Helvellyn's cloud-wrapt brow to climb, and share The eagle's stormy solitude; 'mid wreck Abroad were riding and black hurricane. His wild defiance cast unanswered back. When in dusk majesty and pride of wing In homage to the daw. Oh craven souls, hear, A counsel worthy the deep thoughts of kings: Caswallon's arrogance incenses the chiefs, and they are about to rush upon him, and quench the insult in his blood, when Malwyn, his son, throws himself between the confederated princes and his father, and after declaring his abhorrence, of Caswallon's principles, tells them that those who seek his life must pass o'er Malwyn's corpse." Caswallon is permitted to depart in safety-and the council breaks up. Samor is deputed to bear to Constans the crown of Britain in the name of her" assembled kings," and he and Elidure, his friend, go forth to seek the sovereign-elect. As they proceed, "" gay files of dazzling light Slow o'er the plain advancing, indistinct From their full brightness, gradual the long blaze Broke into form, and lance, and bow, and Start from the mingled splendour. On their height Unseen, the chieftains watch'd the winding pomp. And all before the azure-vested bards From glancing instruments shook bridal glee.. Then came the gorgeous chariots, rough with gold, And steeds their proud heads nodding with rich weight of frontlet wreathed with flowers and shadowy plumes; Therein sate ladies robed in costly state, Hurried, yet tardy, as of one who rides O'er land still tottering with an earthquake shock. And him beside on snowy palfrey, deck'd With silver bells its pendent mane profuse, Of silver and of stainless ermelin The bright caparisons, and all her robes White as of woven lily cups, the bride Majestic rode as on a moving throne. Her sunbright hair she waved and smiled As though, of less than kingly paramour Scorpful, she said, Lo, Britain through your around, land I lead the enthralled sovereign of your isle." The nuptial procession passes on in triumphant gaiety.-Suddenly its progress is arrested by a strange and apparently supernatural being, who mingles with the joyous band, and terrifies even Hengist with his wild gestures, and still wilder speech. * "He is so decorated by the Welsh Poets. See Transl. of the Brut of Tysilio, by Peter Roberts. "Joy,' and again, and thrice he uttered 'joy.' Why should not man rejoice, and earth be glad? The dead are jocund, not the dead in bliss. blast, All things unlovely gratulate your love. And that high noble, Servitude, are there, Constans refuses the crown, which, in consequence, is transferred to Emrys, and the book concludes with the sudden decease of the royal hermit, whether naturally or by a Saxon sword, we are not informed. The Third Book shows Caswallon in traitorous conference with the Saxon Chiefs, with whom he enters into alliance against his native land. At the instance of Horsa, he ac.ompanies Hengist to the wilds of Scandinavia, for the double purpose of procuring reinforcements, and of consulting the Runic oracles on the fate attending their invasion of Britain. The character of Caswallon is finely displayed both in his conversation with his new friends, and the haughty fearlessness with which the savage braves the terrors of an element to which he had ever been a stranger. The voyage over the German ocean is described with considerable animation, and the Aurora Borealis is painted with admirable beauty and vigour. ""Twas midnight, but a rich unnatural dawn Sheets the fired Arctic heaven; forth springs an arch, O'erspanning with a crystal pathway pure 55 While the sea billows gleam them mellower Anon like slender lances bright upstart, They shortly land, and proceed in "Nor wants soft interchange of vale, where White mimicry of foliage and thin flower. their steps Were harmony. But three of that bright troop, Caswallon speaks scoffingly of these Runic divinities, and the angered Hengist thus admonishes his incautious companion: "These, proud chief, Grasp the famed deeds of ancient time, or know The master spirits of our present world- She too is there before whose spacious sight To the inquiries of Hengist, Skulda answers that to his descendants, but not to him, Woden grants sway and dominion over Britain, and that the foe, meaning Samor, comes" from the vale." "Fatal to Hengist, and to Hengist's sway," Caswallon demands how he shall propi tiate the lord of Valhalla-and the Valkyr responds, "Not the blood Of steed or stag; a flower of earth must fade. Caswallon promises to devote his daughter to the service of Woden, and the chiefs, retracing their journey through the frozen solitude, meet on the borders of the Baltic the succours summoned by Hengist. "Then forth arose each chieftain to salute The polestar of their baleful galaxy, Prime architect of ruin: him who sway'd Their hot marauding, desultory strife To cool and steady warfare, of their limbs The domineering soul. As each past on Shook up the Scald his harsh-strung shell, and cast The war tones of each nation to the winds; Strong Scandinavian, Lodbrog, thou the chief A braver game is up on Britain's shore. And lo the mighty Anglian; oh, unfold The remainder of the book details the return of Hengist to Britain with his reinforcements. Book the fourth introduces us to the lovely and ill-fated daughter of Caswallon. There is, we think, considerable sweetness and grace in the following lines: Like maiden on a lonely pilgrimage, man, Slept, weary of the garish babbling day. Dove of the wilderness, thy snowy wing That like a crystal-throned queen in heaven, light Beneath the shaddowy foliage o'er them flung The stern and savage soul of Caswallon turned away from the soft endearments of Lilian, and while his pride urges him to bestow such cares upon his son MalWyn as are necessary to train him up to the toils and hardships of war, she, "from human tenderness Estranged, and gentler feelings that light up The cheek of youth with rosy joyous smile, Like a forgotten lute, play'd on alone By chance-caressing airs, amid the wild Beauteously pale, and sadly playful grew, A lonely child, by not one human heart Belov'd, and loving none; nor strange, if learnt Her native fond affections to embrace Things senseless and inanimate: she loved All flow'rets that with rich embroidery fair Enamel the green earth, the odorous thyme, Wild rose, and roving eglantine, nor spared To mourn their fading forms with childish tears. Gray birch and aspen light she loved, that droop Fringing the crystal stream; the sportive breeze That wanton'd with her brown and glossy locks, The sunbeam chequering the fresh bank. Ere dawn Wandering, and wandering still at dewy eve, By Glenderamakin's flower-empurpled marge, Derwent's blue lake, or Greta's wildering glen. Rare sound to her was human voice, scarce heard, Save of her aged nurse, or shepherd maid Soothing the child with simple tale or song. Hence, all she knew of earthly hopes and fears Life's sins and sorrows; better known the voics |